Urban Life Quotes

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Erol Ozan
“You can't understand a city without using its public transportation system.”
Erol Ozan

Kamila Shamsie
“I didn’t tell him that I grew up in an ugly city that taught me how to look between dust and rubbish and potholes to find a splinter of glass that looked like unmelting ice, beautiful in its defiance of the sun.”
Kamila Shamsie, Kartography

“Non ho atteso una risposta ai miei quesiti e sono rimasta seduta dov’ero, pronta ad alzarmi e ballare da sola sul brano seguente, che mi auguravo non essere un lento. In effetti, questo è forse il più grande difetto che si potrebbe imputarmi. Mi è sempre piaciuto pensarmi legata a un passato che non ho mai conosciuto, imprigionata in un tempo che non mi appartiene, ma sono solo un’esponente della mia generazione, e la mia generazione va di fretta. I lenti, a quanto pare, non li conosce più.”
Sara Zelda Mazzini, I Dissidenti

William  Kennedy
“Well-lit streets discourage sin, but don't overdo it.”
William Kennedy, Roscoe

“Street culture is a culture of containment. Most young people do not realize that it all too often leads to a “dead end”. “Street culture,” as I am using the term, is a counterforce to movement culture. Street culture in contemporary urban reality is synonymous with survival at all costs. This world view is mostly negative, because it demands constant adjustment to circumstances that are often far beyond young people’s control or understanding, such as economics, education, housing, employment, nutrition, law, and so forth.”
Haki R. Madhubuti

David Sedaris
“The nice thing about crowds is that someone can throw a bottle and you don't take it personally.”
David Sedaris, Theft by Finding: Diaries 1977-2002

Alessandro Busà
“And the space created by capital is a very seductive space indeed— provided you have the money.”
Alessandro Busà, The Creative Destruction of New York City: Engineering the City for the Elite

Beryl Markham
“From the time I arrived in British East Africa at the indifferent age of four and went through the barefoot stage of early youth hunting wild pig with the Nandi, later training racehorses for a living, and still later scouting Tanganyika and the waterless bush country between the Tana and Athi Rivers, by aeroplane, for elephant, I remained so happily provincial I was unable to discuss the boredom of being alive with any intelligence until I had gone to London and lived there for a year. Boredom, like hookworm, is endemic.”
Beryl Markham, West with the Night

“A city is simply a passel of people packed in a pot like pickles.”
David Detzer, Allegiance: Fort Sumter, Charleston, and the Beginning of the Civil War

Italo Calvino
“ความสุขอันเกิดจากกล่องกลม ๆ แบน ๆ ที่เรียกว่า “กล่องอาหาร” นั้น ประการแรกอยู่ที่มันคลายเกลียวได้ เพียงชั่วขณะคลายเกลียวฝากล่องก็ทำให้น้ำลายสอแล้ว โดยเฉพาะอย่างยิ่งหากยังไม่รู้ว่าในกล่องมีอะไร เพราะเมียอาจเป็นคนเตรียมอาหารใส่กล่องให้ทุกเช้า พอเปิดฝากล่องออกก็จะเห็นอาหารอัดแน่นอยู่ในนั้น มีซาลามิกับถั่วเลนทิล หรือไข่ต้มกับหัวบีท หรือโปเลนตากับปลาค็อดแห้ง ทุกอย่างจัดเรียงอย่างดีอยู่ในพื้นที่จำกัดนั้น เหมือนทวีปกับทะเลในแผนที่โลก และแม้ว่าอาหารจะมีน้อยแต่ก็ให้ความรู้สึกว่าอุดมด้วยคุณประโยชน์ ส่วนฝาเมื่อหมุนออกแล้วก็ใช้ทำเป็นจาน ดังนั้นจึงมีภาชนะสองชิ้น และลงมือแยกสิ่งที่บรรจุอยู่ในนั้นได้”
Italo Calvino, Marcovaldo

Italo Calvino
“ลมเริ่มพัด เหล่าใบไม้สีทองลอยวืดพลิ้วไปกลางอากาศมาร์โควัลโดยังคิดว่ามีต้นไม้ใบเขียวดกอยู่ข้างหลังตน แต่แล้วฉับพลัน เขาคงจะรู้สึกว่าตัวเองกำลังตากลมอย่างไร้สิ่งกำบัง จึงเหลียวหลังไปดู ไม่มีต้นไม้อยู่แล้ว มีแต่แท่งไม้เล็ก ๆ กับก้านโกร๋น ๆ แตกออกเป็นวง และใบสุดท้ายเหลืองอยู่บนยอด ส่วนอื่นที่เหลือดูมีสีดำในแสงสีรุ้ง คนบนทางเท้ากับอาคารบ้านเรือนส่วนหน้าดูเหมือนเป็นปีก และกลางอากาศเหนือสีดำนั้นก็มีหมู่ใบสีทองแวววาวนับร้อยลอยวน และมีมือสีแดงสีชมพูอีกนับร้อยชูขึ้นจากเงาเพื่อจะคว้ามัน และสายลมก็พัดใบไม้สีทองไปยังสายรุ้งที่ปลายถนนพร้อมกับมือและเสียงร้อง และแล้วใบสุดท้ายก็หลุดออกไปด้วย จากสีเหลืองแปรเปลี่ยนเป็นสีส้ม แดง ม่วง คราม เขียว และเหลืองอีกครั้ง ก่อนจะหายลับไป”
Italo Calvino, Marcovaldo

Aravind Adiga
“From the advertisement, his eyes moved up the skywalk, the zigzagging metal bridge that connected various locations in the neighborhood to the Banda train station. Behind the metal grid, men moved back and forth. Tommy Sir's eyes grew tired. He felt that up there, on that seemingly never-ending bridge, shadowy figures were moving toward obscure destinations, possibly only to return to their point of origin, like in an architectural sketch of infinity by M.C. Escher. Hell is a choice, made daily and by millions, and breathing slowly and watching this aerial cage, Tommy Sir saw Mumbai, minute by minute, unbecome and become hell.”
Aravind Adiga

Amit Kalantri
“Living in a city shouldn't make you cynical and living in a village shouldn't make you vulnerable.”
Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

Danielle  Evans
“The problem is everyone, even Black people, believes that Black poverty is the worst poverty in the world, and Black urban poverty, forget it, and all urban Blackness always scans as poverty, which means people only love us as fetish. No one is sentimental about poor Black people unless they're wise and country and you could put a photograph of them on a porch with a quilt behind them in a museum.”
Danielle Evans, The Office of Historical Corrections

Italo Calvino
“หิมะ!” มาร์โควัลโดตะโกนบอกเมีย ความจริงคือตั้งท่าจะตะโกน แต่เสียงดังออกมาแผ่ว ๆ หิมะตกใส่เสียง ไม่ใช่สิ ตกใส่ความเป็นไปได้ที่จะส่งเสียง เหมือนที่ตกใส่แนว
เส้น สีสัน และทิวทัศน์ เสียงในบริเวณที่มีอะไรหุ้มจึงไม่สั่น”
Italo Calvino, Marcovaldo

Henri Lefebvre
“Who can ignore that the Olympians of the new bourgeois aristocracy no longer inhabit. They go from grand hotel to grand hotel, or from castle to castle, commanding a fleet or a country from a yacht. They are everywhere and nowhere. That is how they fascinate people immersed into everyday life. They transcend everyday life, possess nature and leave it up to the cops to contrive culture. Is it essential to describe at length, besides the condition of youth, students and intellectuals, armies of workers with or without white collars, people from the provinces, the colonized and semi-colonized of all sorts, all those who endure a well-organized daily life, is it here necessary to exhibit the derisory and untragic misery of the inhabitant, of the suburban dweller and of the people who stay in residential ghettoes, in the mouldering centres of old cities and in the proliferations lost beyond them? One only has to open one's eyes to understand the daily life of the one who runs from his dwelling to the station, near or far away, to the packed underground train, the office or the factory, to return the same way in the evening and come home to recuperate enough to start again the next day. The picture of this generalized misery would not go without a picture of 'satisfactions' which hides it and becomes the means to elude it and break free from it.”
Henri Lefebvre, Writings on Cities

Andrei Codrescu
“He also stayed awake all night many times in the neon-lit insomnia of cities where the all-nighter is culturally certified and commercially mandated. But the all-nighter of the bohemian heroes was something else: it was spiritual work, the night shift; they stayed awake so the demons that haunt the world wouldn’t get them in their sleep.”
Andrei Codrescu, Wakefield

Allucquère Rosanne Stone
“Electronic virtual communities represent flexible, lively, and practical adaptations to the real circumstances that confront persons seeking community ... They are part of a range of innovative solutions to the drive for sociality--a drive that can be frequently thwarted by the geographical and cultural realities of cities increasingly structured according to the needs of powerful economic interests rather than in ways that encourage and facilitate habitation and social interaction in the urban context. In this context, electronic virtual communities are complex and ingenious strategies for survival.”
Allucquère Rosanne Stone

“The intrusion of the concrete continues, proceeding to divide what neighborhood cohesiveness remains into yet smaller increments. The inner loop greatly helps those people commuting from the suburbs, wanting to drive swiftly past the dwelling structures and the people who cannot have the choice of moving to the suburbs. It is in the city where life begins. Our suburbs can only be as good as the heart of the city. When the city’s heart fails, then…”
Rick A. Ball, Indianapolis Architecture

Amit Kalantri
“A city is a right place to build a business but not a right place to build a home.”
Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

Edward Gibbon
“A perpetual stream of strangers and provincials flowed into the capacious bosom of Rome. Whatever was strange or odious, whoever was guilty or suspected, might hope, in the obscurity of that immense capital, to elude the vigilance of the law. In such a various conflux of nations, every teacher, either of truth or of falsehood, every founder, whether of a virtuous or a criminal association, might easily multiply his disciples or accomplices.”
Edward Gibbon, The History of The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire: Complete and Unabridged

Amit Kalantri
“A city has no sense, no sentiment, no soul.”
Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

Kevin J. Estes
“Pro-Black posers get paid to expose us & try to rip-out our roots and pollute our culture.”
Kevin J. Estes, LOVE LETTERS TO REALITY:

Ameya Bondre
“And, thus we went out. We talked. Briefly. Intensely. Being as open as we could. Judging as little as possible. For an hour or less. Every day or every alternate day. Over the last month or so. We talked till we parted. Initially, we found our time too short and childishly expressed that we would look forward to our next chat. Then we saw the value of speaking face-to-face, in a city that hardly spoke. We cherished our little time. Our conversations grew deeper. We set them free. And returning home felt less shackling. We shared nothing more. An accidental touch of fingers, or a wrist held while crossing the road, or an arm around the shoulder, rather barely above it, scraping the thin air. But we didn’t hold hands. We didn’t hug. We hadn’t so far. Though we both wanted it. So badly.”
Ameya Bondre, Afsaane - A Collection of Short Stories

“Every Friday evening since the late sixties, at 5:00 p.m. we'd walk into the nearby Brompton Cemetery, which, since its four corners connect Fulham, Chelsea, South Kensington, and Earl's Court, was a convenient meeting point for all our friends. We'd plan our weekend on the grave of Admiral Angus Whitewater. We didn't know the Admiral, he just happened to have an impressive horizontal slab of black marble over his last resting place, which made a great table for drinks.”
Pooley Clara

Misbah Khan
“A place that is extremely urban, wholly metropolitan, with a lot of huge buildings built in symmetrical grids smudged with the filthy smog, lights stubbornly flickering through the windows even after midnight.”
Misbah Khan, Blanks & Blues

“During the second half of the sixties, the center of the crisis shifted to the sprawling ghettos of the North. Here black experience was radically different from that in the South. The stability of institutional relationships was largely absent in Northern ghettos, especially among the poor. Over twenty years ago, the black sociologist E. Franklin Frazier was able to see the brutalizing effect of urbanization upon lower class blacks : ". . . The bonds of sympathy and community of interests that held their parents together in the rural environment have been unable to withstand the disintegrating forces in the city." Southern blacks migrated North in search of work, seeking to become transformed from a peasantry into a working class. But instead of jobs they found only misery, and far from becoming a proletariat, they came to constitute a lumpenproletariat, an underclass of rejected people. Frazier's prophetic words resound today with terrifying precision: ". . . As long as the bankrupt system of Southern agriculture exists, Negro families will continue to seek a living in the towns and cities of the country. They will crowd the slum areas of Southern cities or make their way to Northern cities, where their family life will become disrupted and their poverty will force them to depend upon charity."

Out of such conditions, social protest was to emerge in a form peculiar to the ghetto, a form which could never have taken root in the South except in such large cities as Atlanta or Houston. The evils in the North are not easy to understand and fight against, or at least not as easy as Jim Crow, and this has given the protest from the ghetto a special edge of frustration. There are few specific injustices, such as a segregated lunch counter, that offer both a clear object of protest and a good chance of victory. Indeed, the problem in the North is not one of social injustice so much as the results of institutional pathology. Each of the various institutions touching the lives of urban blacks—those relating to education, health, employment, housing, and crime—is in need of drastic reform. One might say that the Northern race problem has in good part become simply the problem of the American city—which is gradually becoming a reservation for the unwanted, most of whom are black.”
Bayard Rustin, Down The Line

Nancy Rubin Stuart
“B the spring of 1848, the religious climate was still unsettled and ripe for progressive new ideas. America's cities were expanding, its populations swelling with immigrants from Ireland and Europe, its factories and ports booming all of which contributed to a rising mortality rate.”
Nancy Rubin Stuart, The Reluctant Spiritualist: The Life of Maggie Fox

P.G. Wodehouse
“To have to come and live in New York! To have to leave my little cottage and take a stuffy, smelly, over-heated hole of an apartment in this Heaven-forsaken, festering Gehenna. To have to mix night after night with a mob who think that life is a sort of St. Vitus's dance, and imagine that they're having a good time because they're making enough noise for six and drinking too much for ten.”
P.G. Wodehouse, The Aunt and the Sluggard

Louis Yako
“I found Baghdad, like most big cities in the world: big, exciting, interesting, rich, poor, hot, cold, restless, sleepless, and cruel at one and the same time.”
Louis Yako

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